Bonnie
Chapter Twenty-Three
I’d had time alone with each of the guys here and there, but never alone-naked time with Justice, and my wolf had been very insistent that we complete the mating so we were all ready to go forward with life.
It wasn’t as if I disagreed, but somehow the time had never seemed perfect.
My nights with Archer and Dallas had evolved more or less naturally and had been special.
But having made him wait until last held a certain amount of guilt.
Like choosing someone last in a game—not that I had any experience in that personally, but I’d seen lots of old sitcoms online to give me context.
And of course it was ridiculous. He’d never shown the least indication of feeling left out, but how could he not?
Because of his work in cybersecurity, he spent a number of hours of each alone in his office, and we weren’t even allowed to bring him in lunch if he didn’t emerge to eat.
Archer would generally leave a sandwich and chips and a drink outside the door and send a text to let him know, but I hated him eating alone.
As we rode up in the elevator, I leaned against him, breathing in his scent, subtly different from the others but equally intoxicating. I still hadn’t managed to identify what made them not the same, but it probably didn’t matter. There might not be words to describe it.
“You’re very introspective, omega.” He slipped an arm around my waist. “Did you have a nice time today?”
“Better than nice. And you know the best part?”
He brushed his lips over my hair. “You smell good.”
“You do, too, but that’s not it. Or at least not all of it.”
“It was fun getting your supplies, right?”
The floors were falling away below us. “Yes, and they were the first ones that were ever new. Before that, if they weren’t available in the thrift store or happened to be in the shed or something, I didn’t get them.”
“And yet you created such beautiful things.”
The doors slid open, and he guided me out, our feet immediately sinking into the thick carpet that made me want to speak in a whisper.
“The best part was spending all day with you. I feel like I got to know you a lot better today, and I’ve been looking forward to tonight, too. But a little nervous.”
“Not about being with me.” He tapped his thumb on the panel next to the door. So fancy! I’d been in such a rush earlier, I hadn’t noticed much about the room, except the size, but it was so nice. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“That’s just it. I want you so much, but I’ve been afraid you might have felt like you were picked last for kickball.”
His laughter rolled down the hall, the carpet absorbing some of it. “Did you pick me last for kickball?”
“No. Archer and Dallas weren’t picked in any particular order. It was just the moment was right. But I never want you to think I want you any less. So I’ve been trying to find the perfect moment for us.”
“Oh, omega.” His lips brushed over mine as he stepped backward into the room, bringing me with him. “And did you? Find the perfect moment?”
“Kind of.” I rose on tiptoes, wanting more kisses, and when we finally pulled apart to breathe, he frowned down at me.
“Kind of? Because if it’s not perfect, I am not going to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you.”
I laughed, hugging him around the neck. “I mean, today was so much fun, but I just realized that any moment would have been perfect. Because it’s you.”
“Mate, you know I love you, but that might have been a little corny.”
I slapped at his chest playfully. “Yeah? So no wicked ways for us tonight? Okay. I guess I’ll go take a bath in that big tub the check-in clerk told us about. Your loss.”
“Not a chance, mate. There will be no losses here.” His lips descended on mine in the wickedest possible way before he swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Where there was only an ordinary tub.
A little more exploration revealed the big one on the outdoor deck, and by then, we were naked anyway. Justice turned on the double taps, and we made out on one of the loungers while we waited for it to fill.
It took too long because my lying on top of Justice led to a lot of touching and kissing and then he gripped my hips and lifted me to straddle his. “You’re so slick, female, and I can’t wait for you any longer.”
“Then don’t.” Wriggling free, I glided down, feeling a fullness unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I might be slick, but he was large, and hard, and the stretch was an ache that doubled as intense pleasure. “Faster.”
“You have the control, mate. We’re doing this at your speed.” Which lasted until my knees gave out, and he rolled us over, smiling down at me, gleaming fangs revealing how close his bear was to the surface. “This is nice too.”
“Mmm.” I reached for his shoulders, drawing him down to kiss the side of his neck. “Very nice.”
“Ouch.” He jerked up for a second before coming down to scrape his fangs over my throat, next to the other marks. “Fair enough.”
The tub was also nice. Especially when we made love in it for the second time. The third in the bed. And, before we checked out in the morning, he bent me over the sink and took me from behind.
Nice didn’t begin to describe any of it.